I'm getting dizzy way up here I haven't been this high in years Oh, whatever possessed me to Blow eighty dollars on these high heel shoes Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker? Do they think we're idiots? But I bought 'em Now I'm standing in a subway car I ride because I cannot walk far I couldn't find an empty cab on the street They were filled with high-heeled women with non-functioning feet Twenty-six years ago I dreamed of wearing shoes like these Oh, the warped mind of the preteen with her strange priorities But this is a nightmare Of unsteady ankles, hands waving in the air But the looks my legs Are getting from that man across the aisle Almost make the pain and misery And doctor bills worthwhile If by chance you happen to meet This wobbly woman walking down your street The click of high heels on concrete Is not the thrill of victory, it's the agony of defeat Oh! Look at me everybody I learned this from Paula Abdul Oh, take pity on my vanity, maybe question my sanity Why I wear these uncomfortable things? Heaven knows Which make me wonder about these pierced earrings And my pantyhose, my control top Ooh, I can see you don't want me to sing about pantyhose You'd rather I go back to tap dancing Like my close personal friend Paula Abdul Who, like me, was a geek back in high school Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not what this song is about At least it wasn't when it started out I pray this subway ride never ends So I will never never have to walk again In high heels, it's a different atmosphere In high heels, I can see your house from here In high heels, high heels